Well, my fellow f-listers, in a few hours I will be signing off and probably won't be back for a few weeks. I'll be spending the next two weeks reveling in Pennsylvania snowfalls before returning home, packing everything up, and moving to Florida. (Three states in three weeks, and I have a feeling LiveJournal will be part of my sanity as soon as I settle in.)

So farewell for now, and for those of you who celebrate it, I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Here we are one month after the Prude Post, and I came across a second movie to lift a brow over. It's not like I go out looking for these things, truly I don't. I'm starting to wonder if these are indications I'm just not adapting fast enough to what the current generation deems 'acceptable'. So here's the story:

I've been on a Chris Noth kick lately (whom I absolutely adore), and last night I watched The Perfect Man. It was cute; a bit like a poor man's version of Mermaids (a truly phenomenal film, by the way). The synopsis:

Teenager Holly Hamilton (Hilary Duff) is tired of moving every time her single mom Jean (Heather Locklear) has another personal meltdown involving yet another second-rate guy. To distract her mother from her latest bad choice, Holly conceives the perfect plan for the perfect man: an imaginary secret admirer who will romance Jean and boost her shaky self-esteem. When the virtual relationship takes off, Holly finds herself having to produce the suitor, borrowing her friend's charming and handsome Uncle Ben (Chris Noth) as the face behind the e-mails, notes and gifts. Holly must resort to increasingly desperate measures to keep the ruse alive and protect her mom's newfound happiness, almost missing the real perfect man when he does come along.

OK, I'll bite. But as I sat there and watched the back and forth emails between Holly and mom, it didn't seem 'cute' so much as 'pitiful'. How humiliating for a single, middle-aged woman to pour her heart out to a guy she thinks exists, when in reality it's her own daughter writing to her. This is also coming on the heels of a recent Desperate Housewives episode, in which Lynette Scavo did the same thing to her oldest son (which was disturbing on a whole different level).

So I ask you - is this really OK? Or am I teetering on being a prude and a bitch? If it weren't between a parent and child, then sure - why not? But somehow -

Dear Mom Jean, I love a woman who knows how to slow dance beneath the moonlight.

Eventually, a computer will write the best novel ever written. This was one of the questions from the politics test everyone's taking. Boy, I hope you guys clicked Disagree or Strongly Disagree. ;-) I present to you the ficlet generator, where Severus and Hermione carouse in the electronic version of a bad Mad Libs episode.

Choose Your Own Adventure - Zombie Style.Yes indeed, I love a good zombie movie. 28 Days Later and the more recent Dawn of the Dead are my current favorites. But tonight I came across the crack of zombie flicks: Survive the Outbreak. It's an interactive movie where you make the choices, and the actors play them out. I'd say it's the choose-your-own-adventure books on steroids. I had a blast doing it. Even though I died. Many times.

If you read my fanfiction (or fanfiction in general, for that matter), it's a safe assumption that your maidenly sensibilities won't be marred by the following bits. But I'll place it behind a cut anyway. ;-)

After reading the review for the HBP screening, I got a little curious (my excuse being that this is what WB gets for delaying the movie). So I tossed aside the Sunday paper and began poking around the net for info. The result?

His velvet voice painted the picture in my head before I could block it. Of course Charlie would explodewith pride - no one in the town of Forks would be able to escape the fallout from his excitement. AndRenée would be hysterical with joy at my triumph - though she’d swear she wasn’t at all surprised... - Eclipse, chapter ten

I have decided to consider the Twilight series a bit of an unexpected journey. The first book was initiated by curiosity, read with annoyance, and completed with mild amusement. I didn’t hate it. I don’t even dislike it now, much to the chagrin of my initial post. New Moon, on the other hand, has caught my attention. I did not find it annoying, and I did not find it amusing.